Zhang Xuening pleaded with her brother to defend the region against the Japanese, but Zhang Xueliang was insistent—What good would it do? His Northeastern Army was too weak to fight the Japanese. “So we should just wave the white flag and give in?” She shouted at her brother, who responded to her with an arrogant sneer. “Better that than sacrificing the innocent people!” She ran out of his room crying. At age twenty-four, she was still a child, growing up under her father’s strict rules. She missed her father’s stern demeanour and his beaver fur hat that smelled of tobacco.
Tian Zhaoyang, her fiancé, was a gentle and well-educated man, but they disagreed on the Northeastern Army’s next course of action. As a mild, studious man, Tian believed that self-preservation was more important than risking the lives of civilians. Zhang Xuening felt frustrated. In the expansive landscape of the Northeast, she felt increasingly lonely.
At her engagement party, she left the cheerful crowd and snuck out of her family’s estate. The city was still vibrant, not aware of the impending doom. Her lavish Western dress stood out like a sore thumb. When a few locals refused to let her leave the dark alley behind the busy bar, a young man, in a Zhongshan suit, raised his fists against the men. Before he did anything, the locals ran away, terrified. It turned out that he was a student of the famed martial artist, Huo Yuanjia, who braved foreign challengers. His fists were well-known threats to the locals after a few weeks of being in Fengtian. Once a cherished son of a prominent family from Nanjing, he was chased out of his family after becoming too friendly with the communist party. Tired of Chiang’s inaction against the Japanese, he decided to come down to the Northeast, at the front of the conflict. (edited)